C
well i seem to be haunted by these ghosts
F C
and i can't decide which ones grieve the most
C
Not wanting to remember or I can't forget
F C
when i am dusty with these old regrets
G F C
there are some days i just wanna cry
G F C
there are some ways i use to get by
Well you've got your cross and your hymnal too
and you say your prayers like your supposed to do
you tell me it was this thing called grace
and i believe you i see it in your face
there are some days i just wanna cry
there are some ways i use to get by
Solo
Now i have seen this angel and her wings are torn
she offers me a string of pearls and thorns
and she seems to smile just before she disappears
she whispers your not the only one bleeding here
there are some days i just wanna cry
there are some ways i use to get by
there are some days i just wanna cry
there are these ways i use to get by